[Instrumental] I’m done biting my tongue for the room done nodding along to the polite little doom We got a busted amp and a borrowed mic and a thousand bad days we can’t sit by So hit it loud, let the floorboards shake we’re not here to smile for the landlord’s sake Hands up, boots on, no dress code tonight we came in loud and we’re leaving twice Hey, hey, tear the script up Hey, hey, turn it way up We don’t wait, we don’t break in we kick the door and let the noise back in On the bus home, on the late shift grind on the chain-link fence with the spray paint sign Your rules look big till we step up close then they fold up fast like cheap cardboard posters Hey, hey, tear the script up Hey, hey, turn it way up We don’t wait, we don’t break in we kick the door and let the noise back in No polished talk, no clean excuse just a beat-up truth and a live-wire fuse If they shut one lane, we make a new street with scuffed-up shoes and a savage beat Hey, hey, tear the script up Hey, hey, turn it way up We don’t wait, we don’t break in we kick the door and let the noise back in
